Guess who else had a birthday? This dude! Banjo, a dog who hides under the bed if there is a fly in the house and is scared of life itself, is finally two. I baked him this cake, which, judging by the quantity of drool on my floor, he loved. Humans can totally eat it too, except its gross. I just used a cup to cut it into circles and layer it. The frosting is the same one I use when I’m not lazy and bake him dog treats: 1/4 a cup of peanut butter and two tablespoons of bacon grease. It’s magical.
A sweet moment in a week where nothing went the way it was supposed to. Trips were canceled, plans postponed, elbows were burned baking, feelings were hurt, pages went unturned, toddler flew off scooter, too many calls from student loan sharks, bank account emptied. But at least there were records, my forever outfit, and my Banjo. Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis has been stuck in my head for days since. It’s the little things right?
1. chatting about embroidered ships and records with Foos 2. Banjo thinks he is human. Happy weekend!
grumpy mcgrumperson and her beast.
(foos & banjo)
Banjo + Ripley
Our baby witch playing with her rock collection.
My only complaint is autumn is making us slow.
Here is the newest member of our family, Banjo! He is a rescue pup, a big baby, and kind of perfect in every way.
Dog sitting Ripley, in preparation for getting our very own canine bundle of cuteness.